As autumn comes I breathe your sanguine red and tremble at the falling of each leaf. I’ve wasted nights just sobbing on your bed of leaves, and vow to fight impending grief. I wrap you, still al… more →
Creative OutputAngela Brett wrote 10 months ago: As autumn comes I breathe your sanguine red and tremble at the falling of each leaf. I’ve wast … more →
Angela Brett wrote 11 months ago: She skipped from stone to stone across the stream, each stepping stone subsiding with her stride. … more →
Angela Brett wrote 1 year ago: Why are there poodles? Why are there cats? Why are there Bellan wrasse? Cross-breeding of oodles For … more →
Angela Brett wrote 1 year ago: The following are translations of part of the introduction of Paul Otlet’s Traité de Documen … more →
Angela Brett wrote 1 year ago: Gareth lay still for a minute listening to the music before reluctantly opening his eyes. He scrunch … more →
Angela Brett wrote 1 year ago: Miss Day complains she never knows why her boyfriend called her Wild Rose. By any other name she … more →